Long 2016 Poems
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Words sculpt ideas in a fond gist,
Thought flow reveals day's poignant feel;
Movement made clear in some odd list,
Work and play thrill a spur of will.
Moments move brisk with swift surprise,
Action primes moods in splurge of fest;
Purpose greets risk to seize the prize,
Passion feels good in profound zest.
Each day I pause to write fine fit,
Allow my mind to collect thoughts;
Diary stains course of precious bits,
Memory finds how word scripts plot.
Pieces and bits of that and this,
Observe odd spills of happenings;
Jot cheer's fond wit in wordy bliss,
Time does reveal thoughts and feelings.
Days and weeks pass and months roll by,
Each day a link in time's passage;
A fragile glass of timely sighs,
Thoughts in plain ink for my message.
Highlights and trace of moments here,
Jolt of bold stance of inner poise;
Life that I face ample and clear,
Cheer knows the dance of charming voice.
Now when I flip pages to check,
Browse on old tact or mundane acts;
I come to grip with random deck,
Pace through past fact in previous pacts.
Words I now cite as events wrought,
Self-talk can tell me where and when;
Notice how writes spell what I bought,
Review propels the way back then.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2016
Singapore
Stray words echo in windy waste,
Feel thought mellow in rancid haste.
Know that feeling that tells a lot,
Feel a knowing in hidden plot.
Heed the music in things tragic,
Weed the static with new tactic.
If only you dare your last stand,
Show how you care to frame a plan.
Anxious knows best the fatal flight,
Curious works zest in brand new light.
We go and come in dreary gloom,
As if to sum this hostile room.
From distant dreams stray echoes urge,
Seek thus the stream where love funds surge.
Rust, dust and dirt in odd mirage,
Heavy the flood in cryptic mush.
So here we go with anxious shouts,
Meet swirls and blows and fake time-out.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2016
Singapore
I spotted a lonely cat dressed in a purplish blue
laying on a log remembering her love so untrue;
yards away, a couple watched in disbelief...
wondering if that was the cause of her grief?
I saw four brown kittens at her feet playing;
they rolled in the dirt and kept on raising dust,
chewing on twigs thick with moss and frost...
she looked at them with motherly feeling.
Those kittens weren't hers, her desire to adapt
them was strong, but to have the littlest one
was harder than rolling another heavy stone;
hours passed and she remained where she sat.
Do cats have feelings like us with profound thoughts
of fidelity and trust? Do they behave differently?
From what I had seen, they show sentimentality,
and this cat painted herself in blue to mourn her loss.
Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest,
" Ten Picture, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days "
Written on 1/ 7/ 2016
Poem # 3
Here by the edge a mellow thought,
Spread of blank page frames a new lot.
Find words frame wit as verse scripts come,
Surge of stray bits style thoughts that sum.
Rhymes sound and shape like floral blooms,
Meaning now drapes what fancy grooms.
My senses thrill as finesse cites,
Words swirl fine feel in moving writes.
I sit and wait here on the verge,
Ebb and flow steer as lines emerge.
By now my fate is like my rhymes,
Here at the gate watch how time chimes.
Words spring to seize the moment here,
Yes I persist to channel cheer.
Rhymes within lines muster new wit,
Word strings now sign a norm that fits.
By this new arc of deeper spheres,
Watch how words spark such mindful cheer.
Round and round then the swirling daze,
Writes in odd pen sculpt blaze and craze.
Sense brief retreat from outside flings,
Word collage meets passion that springs.
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights
Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight
Tasty chocolate before the fireplace and the warmth nestling in nightshirt
Still we were waiting when the sun would tilt to us and hug, - in fresh love
Gradually there is green affection playing along with rustling wind
Green is playground bubbly with the children in their green of breath
A mildly inebriate ease we fill in from the nips of breezy pines
A breath of life, ah, in your green hug amidst the vigorous birch and oak
Over the distant blue and green hills, scarlet tanagers at play with clouds
Cows and lambs graze soft grass sitting in hill side fields of sprawling green
Rising from the dewy greenery rapture at play on your chin
Scented air from the lilacs call us to an unknown dance
In silent steps, in a dim blue light, comes up full moon over the hill
In moonlit night all are wild in denial about their disease and death
The wild animals have come out too in order to be into each other's heat
Spring in life is as transient as a water bubble on a lotus leaf __________________________________________________________________
March 20, 2016
The Chance Given
T ~ here then and forever after since they touched the miracle of love and
H ~ ope when her heart and soul crossed his path out of nowhere as passionate
E ~ ssence in miraculous wonderment sealed a union beyond the wildest dreams
C ~ hange they did and for the better when her moon scooped his spoon
H ~ is poetry and hers thus theirs conjoined mooned scoops in steady flow
A ~ nticipation certainty absolved it’s wicked suicidal darkness revolted into
N ~ ights enlightened days and moments paused in bliss from stagnant gloom
C ~ aressed and feathered by the Universe’s shine and guidance seemingly
E ~ ternal infinite impermanent however yet so real ever so trusting truthfully
G ~ iven taken regardless whether co-incidence God-incidence pure chance
I ~ gnited compassion’s kindness loving change and meaning they solemnly
V ~ owed to exchange the void so previously endowed with loneliness and to
E ~ scape their shadows elope together sneak away and towards together
N ~ ever in a million moments to be scared and scarred again and happy
25th October 2016
Blessings bloom bright
See subtle sights
Glimpse glowing grace
Feel fragile face
Live lovely light
Rich rapture rights
Dream dazzling daze
Choice charms cool craze
Pick poise profound
Sense soul surround
Dance dreamy day
Please poignant play
Face funny fame
Be beyond blame
Lift loud laughter
Mind makes matter
Flame fiery fun
Prize precious pun
Meek moments mount
Fame follows fount
River runs round
Spread sparkle sound
Heed healing heart
Sense spacious start
Charm clever cast
Living lines last
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2016
Singapore
When he blew into my life,
I was a flower, just starting to bloom.
With high velocity,
he tried to uproot me from solid ground.
I gave him my heart
but all the while - I was thirsting, thirsting. . .
for even half the consideration
I displayed for him
to be returned somehow to me.
But it seems my whirlwind romance
was all inside my pretty little head,
for it certainly was not the reality of what we really had.
Yet, OH! How very real it was to me.
Poetry flowed through me,
and I learned this was my way
of nourishing my soul, allowing me to cope.
With the outpouring of my emotions into poetry
I could put my disappointments onto paper,
release my anguish into something more concrete!
Words became my anchor; for in the words of my poems
I ultimately found my clarity.
Through the outpouring of my soul,
I would sometimes excuse his thoughtlessness.
The desire was in his eyes, but his actions belied it.
I would ask myself how he could not return to me
that same-felt love he had to be seeing in my eyes.
And for a time,
I took from him
any ray of sun that he chanced to shine on me
with his smile.
That is. . .until the day I saw him
with his wife.
Later, I pressed him and he confessed it all.
How yes, he had a wife. He’d simply never told me.
All those times he passed near me
like a warm breeze wafting into my day,
all those times he flirted so outrageously
yet not wanting to take me out into the open.
It all made perfect sense now.
I wilted
and yet,
I was thankful I had never let
him pluck me up,
as romantic as it might have been.
I learned in time
that his half a heart was,
in fact, a half
of nothing.
Written 1/11/2016
For the "Any Poem Not For A Contest, Ever" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Hot humid air
Raindrops punctuate;
Rainy rhythm sums
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Teatime chat
Two old friends;
Ideas escalate
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Old estate tour
Catchup gossip;
Weather highlights
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Essays aerate
Symbols tell;
Profound charade
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Stray hallway music
Blues singer croons;
Long-forgotten tune
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Bad mojo
Vile rumours show;
Sick charades
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Protest march
Human outcry;
Demands echo
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Detect plight
Risk in-flight;
Who is right?
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Angry words
Clash of wills;
Compromise dead
~~~~~~~~~
Death hurls
Forced entry;
Sudden departure
~~~~~~~~~
Memory swipe
Not much here;
Dying embers
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 September 2016
Singapore
A warm bath, a cozy bed, a purring cat,
paper and pen to write, a friendly long chat.
A laptop within reach, a cup of hot tea,
meditation, imagination, inspiration set free.
A walk in nature, a stream, birds twittering,
beloved one holding my hand, my heart singing.
A simple life is mine, I need very little,
my vintage clothes, jewels and old books brittle.
A city hike, interesting shops, a quiet church,
second hand stores junky, its all about the search.
A garden in the summer, and pure white snow,
poetry, art, books and sweet memories that still glow.
Simple pleasures are all that this girl requires,
and I am very happy and have all this heart desires.
_______________________
January 15, 2016
Poetry/Couplet/Simple Pleasures
Copyright Protected, ID 745-042-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Simple Pleasures,
sponsor Kim Merryman
Second Place